That was on March 26th. Since then I've been playing catch up with all the plans, tasks and other life stuff. Immediately my 'to do' list of 50+ items sprang out to attack me. I pushed it around and made it a bit less onerous, but gradually clawed through the important stuff. That and, most importantly, made time for my family, who I'm pretty sure had forgotten what I looked like for a while. That's what happens when you cloister yourself in for several weeks.
Today I got some words down. Not a lot, nothing epic, but I took the time to get back into the story, figure out where I was and just started the next scene. Boy did it feel good. Feels like I'm getting back to the things that matter.
I've also planned another session of Pathfinder (the roleplaying game) and am resurrecting the Council of Thieves adventure path. Add to that some planned model painting and some game-playing with my kids, and life is back to normal. My latest project is this:
I've pulled out all my wargaming terrain, and plan to repair all the broken or otherwise damaged pieces. Once done, I'll stack it back on the shelves you can see in the background. The gaming room is in a bit of flux, but that's only because we had to get our hot water tank replaced, so lots of things are in weird places. That big box on end is actually our Christmas tree. The library wraps around the gaming area, thus all the books to the right. In the lower left you'll see Cassandra, one of our cats, giving me the laser beam eyes.
Garfield came down to join us, and was promptly inspected by Cassandra.
That's it for now. This week is all about regaining the story of Queen's Legacy, and getting some sorting done to bring the gaming area back to snuff.